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I nodded.

We hurried to the mansion that soon came in view.

"Vanessa, hurry, change into your clothes and I have a surprise for you." Jason said, smirking, "You would love it, trust me. . ."

I stared at him blankly. I walked into the closet and changed into a red dress that I thought was really nice.

I quickly slipped it on and wore a black, glossy, 1 inch heel. I took the ring that Jason gave me and slipped it in my pocket.

I walked down the stairs and the front door was opened, which means that Jason is waiting outside.

I walked out of the door and the warm sun hit my face. I smiled.

The black limo was outside and Jason was standing outside next to the limo. He looked so handsome with that white 'V' neck and grey skinny jean on.

He smirked at me as he walked over. He gently took my hand and instantly I notice that sparks were flying off of his hand. I shivered a little.

I noticed how his hands feel. It wasn't sweaty, it wasn't rough or too soft, it was just right - perfect. I noticed how much bigger his hands were than mine.

The doorman opened the door and I got inside.

The AC air hit me and it felt nice.

Jason got in and the doorman shuts the door.

"Where are we going?" I turned my body as I asked Jason.

He smirked. "It's a surprise. I can't tell you, until that day comes."

"What day?" I asked, frowning.

"You have to wait and see just relax for now." Jason said, leaning back on the leather seat, still smirking.

Oh God, he is planning something, it might be bad . . .

Soon, we got out of the car because we arrived to a private airport.

I can see that Jason's private jet was waiting for him, ready to take off.

I got out of the car and crossed my arms, "Jason, seriously, could you please tell me where we are going."

"Nope, now let's go."

"Humph, no, I am not going to move unless you tell me where we are going." I said, holding my nose up high.

Jason smirked, "Is that so?"

I nodded.

"Fine, than you are leaving me with no choice." He said, walking up to me as his smirk grew.

I knitted my eyebrow, but not before he scooped me up off of my feet. My eyes widened.

I hate that feeling, having your feet off of the ground. I especailly don't like that feeling because you feel like you might fall any moment.

"JASON!!!" I screamed, "PLEASE!! DON'T!!!"

He chuckled, "I have to."

I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching onto his shoulders really tightly.

"How much do you weight? You are so light."

"I am less than 101 pounds and please put me down. I swear!" I cried.

"You are underweighted for your height." Jason said, like we were talking abut the weather.

"I don't give a shit! Please put me down! I am so scared!!" I cried.

"Nope."

"And I am wearing a dress, everyone could see my underwear!!"

"If everyone meant me, than yes I could see it and it's ok, I don't mind." Jason said, winking while his smirk grow.

I swear, I am going to slap him until his eyes come out of his head when I get down.

"Please." I struggled with my voice, "Put me down."

"If I do, you have to walk." Jason said.

I nodded, mindlessly.

He lowered me to the ground and the first thing that I do was pull my dress was low as it could go.

Jason chuckled from behind me. I blushed and I speed - walked ahead.

I made a mental note to myself: Don't ever wear dresses, unless you don't mind showing off your underwear to the world.

I stomped up the steps of the private jet and plopped down on the seat.

I quickly pulled my dress because I don't need Jason to study my underwear anymore. It was long enough.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Ms. Cohen, this is Captain William Smith speaking. I would be flying this jet and I hope you enjoy your ride. Thank you." the speakers said.

I sit back and soon, the jet took it.

The flight attendence rolled the cart full of beverages down the aside.

"Hello, good afternoon Mr. and Ms. Cohen, would you like do drink anything?" she said.

I shoke my head as Jason shoke his.

"Well, if you need any help or anything you press that button next to the light and I would be right here with you." she said pointing to the button.

I nodded and she scurried away with the cart.

I turned towards the window and pulled the window up, looking down at New York from here. I smiled. I was beautiful up here. I wish I could take some picture because of the view. I stared at a little longer, while I felt a pair of eyes on my back.

I turned around, finding Jason looking at me.

I blushed. I hate it when a guy just stare at you, unsure of their thoughts in their mind.

I don't know what was it in me, but I feel so attached to him. I like being near him, I feel safe when I am with him, I feel comfortable when I am with him. I feel . . . complete when I am with him. I don't know what was going on with my mind, but I lean in towards him.

"Vanessa, are you still mad at me that I left you?"

I couldn't speak, his beauty was so stunning that I can't even tear my eyes away from him. I don't even think it is legal to be this handsome, so I just shook my head.

"I'm sorry, I want to apologize . . ."

"Are you still mad at me?" I said, finally finding my voice, "You didn't talk to me. I didn't know what I did wrong. I am sorry for whatever I did, I really didn't mean it. I didn't mean to make you mad. Why didn't you tell me? I would have fix it for you . . . I wouldn't do it agin, I - "

He leaned in closing the space between our lips. My stomach twisted when he moved his lips against my lips. The sparks flew off of his lips and onto my lips. My breath was hicked in the middle of my throat when he held the back of my neck to bring our body closer.

Being this close to him is exotic. It drives my wolf crazy being this close to her mate and knowing that I am enjoying this moment. And that rush of emotion coming from you chest makes you dizzy and your heart beat faster every second . . . It's like losing yourself . . . like escaping the world for a few moment. It was one of those perfect moment where you feel like you are the strongest and you care nothing about the world anymore.

But it didn't last long before the speaker squeaked.

We both jumped back in surprise. I turn away blushing, I can't let him see me right now. I quickly smoothen my dress as the speaker when on, "Mr. and Ms. Cohen, we have arrived. I hoped you enjoyed the ride. Have a nice day."

I was too busy smoothening my dress that, Jason turned impatient and grabbed my hand, pulled my off of my seat.

I looked at him suprisingly.

"What - "

"Shhhhh, just follow me." Jason said, grinning at me.

He pulled me to the front door of the jet. Everyone that was on the flight (pliot and flight attendances) were standing on the side, waving and bowing to us in respect. I quickly flashed them a smile and wave at them good - bye.

"Jason, seriously, where are we?" I asked, groaning a little.

We stood at the steps of the jet and I tried to look around to see if I vcould at least get a hint of where I am.

He ignored me and pulled me to the limo that was waiting for us. Just stepping out of the jet, the hot air hit me on the face. It made me realize how cool it was on the jet.

The doorman opened the car door and Jason pushed me into the limo. Thanks.

"Jason!" I said a little louder. I turned to look at him, seeing him relax in the limo like he doesn't care about the world made me realize that he was no help.

The limo started and I looked at just in time to see a big, fat sign that says, "WELCOME TO L.A.!"

I glared at Jason, who was looking at me. He knew that I saw the sign and said, "You're welcome."

I was sending him death glares now, "Well, I never asked you to bring me here, did I? And I am not even enjoying it - not a bit."

"Well, do you say 'thank you' to everything you like? No, right? You say it because someone did something kind for you. And trust me, you are going to enjoy it." Jason said, smirking at his smart - ass reply and my expression.

I took a deep breath.

Calm down, Vanessa. I told myself.

The limo drove to who knows where.

"Wait, how long are we going to stay here?" I asked Jason.

"Maybe 4 days." he said.

"4 days?!" I asked.

"Well, we are going to be traveling for about 4 days. We are only staying here for about, " he said, looking at his watch, "4 and a half hours."

"What are we going to be doing here? - Wait! If we are going to be traveling . . . where are our clothes?" I asked, widening me eyes.

Jason sat up and cleared his throat.

"Well . . . I never really thought of - I have an idea! We can go shopping here." he said, pulling out his expensive wallet, "Here, this is a credit card. Just use it for whatever you want."

He held it out. I was so close to refusing it, but thinking about it, I don't want to wear the same outfit, underwear and bra same. That is completely disgusting. (I have OCD.) And I don't have any money with me, so I guess the only way is to us it.

I took the credit card and said, "Thanks."

"See? I am prepared for everything that comes." he said, leaning back again.

I rolled me eyes as I looked out of the window.

"Excuse, Mr. Cohen, do you want me to drive you to the nearest mall or store?" Tom, the driver asked.

Jason nodded, still looking out of the window.

L.A. was beautiful and it is amazing. The streets were full of people. Thinking about it, L.A. is pretty big. I sat up.

"Wait, Jason, have you ever been here? You know, I don't want to be lost." I said.

He looked at me, "Of course, I've been here plenty of times. I always travel here."

I nodded in relief and continued to look out of the window, until we pulled up to a shopping mall.

I got out of the car.

"Meet you back here in 3 hours." Jason said to Tom.

Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me into the mall. The sparks flew in between us. Sometimes, I wonder, am I the only one that feels the sparks? Jason looks like he doesn't feel a thing. And sometimes I wonder, does his stomach turn when I look at him, like he does to me.

I shook my head, trying to clean my thoughts. I notice that someone people were glaring out way. It was kinda uncomfortable.

Jason pulled me into the first store that he saw. Brandy Melville

I looked around, it was really dark. Jason just grabbed a whole bunch of clothes. He threw it at me and said, "Change."

"What?!" I said, looking down at all of the clothes.

He shoved me into a changing room.

Wow, thanks! I thought.

Layla giggled. I rolled my eyes. Star - struck.

I put the pile of clothes on the seat and picked up the first shirt. My eyes widened as I turned it around . . . Very, very reavealing.

"Vanessa, just change into it and come